There was once a time when they called them their kings.

Too close to heart to be forgotten, too distant and unimaginable to be called home; to the people living in its consequence, it was a time of despair and death. It was a time, to be sure, when one dreaded being born. In such times, with four different kings ruling a world that was but a dot in time and space, one dreaded being remembered; for there was nothing worse than being different. There was once a time when the clock ticked backwards, and the sins of those who cooled their flesh with diamonds united the Four Races against those who posed a threat. Truth be told, they only feared being forgotten.

That was when a king said: "Our Lord had only made four crowns. So, who are the lice that crawl under our flesh? Those whose magic is so despicable it haunts our minds while soundly asleep. Off with their heads!"

Why? Because they were different. Their magic was of all kinds, different from the Four Races', even from one another's, so beautiful and graceful it filled one's heart with indescribable joy and glory: rough crystals, waiting to be discovered. As every living creature should, the Four Races, Flamers, Aquarians, Icelians, and Florians, feared what they could not understand. Unquestioningly obeying their kings' orders, the ones who bent fire, water, ice, and flora, made it their divine mission to purify the world. Then, amongst the chaos, like a beacon of hope, rose a young visionary; a girl strong-minded and decisive, braver than any.

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Her name was Clara Heal.

Without hesitation, she exclaimed: "Long live a different king!" They followed her: an army the world had yet to see. They bent the rules of the world, breaking the peace that never truly existed. They knew that the only land that would accept them would be the one they would create by themselves. And so, the short but bloody war began. Her voice could be heard throughout the Four Nations, and soon she had unexpected allies: 'The Legendary Six' they were named. They fought until their lands turned to waste and their blood mixed with one another's; until Clara Heal was crowned the savior of the refugees, the hero of the starving, the protector of the strong and weak alike: the first Queen of Crystalia. And then came peace.

But this is not her story. This is the story of the future she chose in secret and a princess whose life she cursed. The princess was born to live and die for her and her ideals. Born to change the world. Or so they said.